tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320381715401306582.post6341311333424565640..comments2010-08-17T19:07:05.316-07:00Comments on The Rest of My Life: “She Could Kill Herself There!”Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02358714725140338333noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320381715401306582.post-75342752274120607712010-01-12T11:19:30.661-08:002010-01-12T11:19:30.661-08:00I think I may have known this woman. Or at least ...I think I may have known this woman. Or at least one much like her. I met her in the park outside the LA County Art Museum. She told me she was crazy, schizophrenic, I think she said. We spent much of the day talking and I gave her my phone number (this was 1967 or early 1968) and didn't ever expect to hear from her. She said she travelled a lot between LA and Santa Barbara. I was wrong. I got a call from her one day from some mental institution and could I come get her out. I wasn't able to, and I wonder whatever became of her. Probably ended up at that monastery in Santa Barbara.Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11938379025774754317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320381715401306582.post-91290103557830775802009-12-23T22:21:04.950-08:002009-12-23T22:21:04.950-08:00Limes: Yes, I found Elizabeth through your blog. ...Limes: Yes, I found Elizabeth through your blog. Now I have 2 that I look eagerly to. Thanks for both contacts.<br /><br />I love the idea of making our own traditions, and the one you've made of enjoying winter soltice outdoors. Just bring that warm sleeping bag. Looking forward to many more wonderful pieces from you.<br /><br />Speaking of that, there was some recent email traffic among some cycling randonneurs (distance nuts) about joining in a particular french tradition of especially long distance, epic riding; montanards(sp?), I think they were called. After awhile the discussion shifted to an alternative idea of developing some local traditions of our own, modelled on how we really want to ride in our local area; epic mountains, etc. So ... let the fun begin!<br /><br />Elizabeth: I'm so pleased to have found your jaw-dropping writing. You have wonderful insight and observation skills. We are the happy beneficiaries of your writing retreat.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02358714725140338333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320381715401306582.post-64627538751262406152009-12-23T13:23:54.208-08:002009-12-23T13:23:54.208-08:00I suspect it is part of what drives people insane,...I suspect it is part of what drives people insane, Dan,the business of being told one thing and then finding that those in whom we've put our trust let us down. They go off and do the opposite of that which they promised. <br /><br />This is not the full story, but I understand your position here. I too have had seminal momenrs when someone's behaviour, particularly someone in authority, has caused me to rethink whether I actually want to be around that person or group of people anymore. And I too, have packed my bags and moved on. <br /><br /> I don't think it is naive or overidealistic. I think it helps maintain your sanity to move away from those who behave like hypocrites. t<br /><br />Thanks for joining my blog. I'm lokooking forwatd to reading more of ours.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320381715401306582.post-37175913831602779452009-12-22T06:44:45.750-08:002009-12-22T06:44:45.750-08:00Sorry, Dan, I thought I spotted "Catholic&quo...Sorry, Dan, I thought I spotted "Catholic" in all caps ~ projecting just a little of my own stuff, huh? ;~} And you're right. It doesn't matter which particular creed.<br /><br />Blogging guru is more than I deserve, but I appreciate the kind words. My willingness to stick myself out there is a first in a lifetime of silence and hiding. I'm just letting the sun shine in, for good or for bad, but finally.<br /><br />May I say I've really enjoyed your past few posts. Same are about cyclists, but not about cycling. It lets us see other interesting facets of the person you are.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320381715401306582.post-52377920158500519702009-12-21T19:26:07.392-08:002009-12-21T19:26:07.392-08:00Actually, it wasn't catholicism, but I'll ...Actually, it wasn't catholicism, but I'll leave it there. I don't talk much about it because things can get so easily misunderstood, and confused with some kind of cultism. In any case, you're my blogging guru. I love your willingness to stick yourself out there. Keep up the good work.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02358714725140338333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1320381715401306582.post-66809640141965552622009-12-21T07:50:47.091-08:002009-12-21T07:50:47.091-08:00Well, Dan, I can certainly tell which organized re...Well, Dan, I can certainly tell which organized religion you've run from. Me, too, and I might add that the Badger could also tell some tales. <br /><br />I was 8 when I stopped believing. You have read a little of my story. You know about my brother. It was springtime and we were in the "religion" part of our instruction. It was 3rd grade and I LOVED Sister Maren Therese. But that afternoon, in "religion" I learned that my father was doomed to hell because he would not consciously choose the true church and my brother would spend eternity in limbo because he could not embrace the true church. I loved my father and my brother. I may have been only 8, but I knew there was something very, very wrong with those penalties. I've spent the ensuing 49 years running.Leslie Morganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15702472429383639709noreply@blogger.com